Live Wild Eater

Chapter 135 Sadness + Pig Killing
Walking alone in the forest, I thought he was a woman at first glance. He was flirting with his hair, and the audience friends smiled and continued to watch him pretending to be aggressive.

It is good for the body to wait three to 10 minutes before going to bed. Going to bed just after eating will be detrimental to health. He has said this many times and does not want to say more.

"Walking in the forest and adventuring in the forest are two completely different moods. At the moment, I am in a very happy mood. I can smell the air with water when I close my eyes. Do you smell it?" Stretching out his hands left and right, he enjoyed everything.

The audience were all surprised, air with water?what was that like?I really want to try it.

"Maybe some water friends don't know what the air with water smells like. I can tell you a way to experience it. Please don't spread it to others."

Rumor has it that your sister can still apply for a patent?Can it create wealth for the country?All the water friends are a little angry, and want to lie to them?

He became serious and smiled, "First you have to have water. Throw the water into the air so that you can smell the air with water."

Some viewers in the live broadcast room really wanted to give him a stick. Is this the so-called watery air?Your sister, you can die.

Some water friends had already noticed that he was joking again and laughed non-stop.

"Okay, I'm not joking, but the air here is really good, very new, it gives me the feeling that the trees breathe in the air as soon as it comes out, it's very refreshing and sweet. Walking inside, do you think it will be What will be waiting for me? I hope there is a wild boar, so I don’t have to worry about having nothing to eat in the afternoon and evening.” He closed his eyes and remained silent for ten seconds.

The audience friends were surprised and asked, "Brother De, what are you doing?"

He opened his eyes and smiled, "I'm praying! Please the tree god bless me."

Audience friends all have black lines on their faces, when did you become obsessed with this?Is it because the adventure is too difficult to find comfort?
“My gut tells me it works,” he laughs.

Water friends panic:
"Do you feel dizzy, hey, if it is true, this baby is over, a sign of poisoning."

"It's over, it's over, Brother De is poisoned, everyone hurry to the emergency center."

"Eating poisonous rats? You also believe in such a stupid behavior."

"Brother De, don't fall down suddenly."

Ignoring the barrage, he continued walking, approached a tree and patted it with his hand, with a playful smile on his face. The audience almost died of fright. He really won't be hallucinating, right?I'm going to die.

Seeing him closing his eyes and hugging a big tree deeply, with his face pressed against it, they really felt that he was poisoned.

"I love you big tree, you are so beautiful."

Audience friends are all stupid, what?Did we hear the fuck right?Do you love big trees?Really poisoned?Or the deep kind?
He stroked the big tree, touching it slowly from top to bottom, a hard feeling came from his palm, as if he was talking to himself, "This is the feeling of art, I'm afraid you don't know this feeling."

He said gently again, "Now in my eyes, I feel that every scenery here is so beautiful, they stand in front of my eyes like a girl, smiling at me."

Is that person who said this still Brother De?They expressed doubts that Brother De had died when he climbed the peak, right?
He said seriously again, "I am Rhodes, I am the real Rhodes, please don't doubt it. I am just a little sad, people will always be sad for no reason, especially in such an environment."

Audience friends don't quite understand what he said, of course they don't, only those who have experienced it will understand, this is the emotion that can only be triggered by the sad.

"I suddenly want to draw, what should I do? I want to write, and I want to dance."

When he looked directly at the screen and said these words, a strong sense of depression erupted suddenly, hitting everyone's soul, and each of them felt it deeply, that kind of sadness seemed like a troll in the abyss, As long as a person is pulled by it, no matter what, you can't try to pull him out, and it is absolutely impossible to save him.

He was sad again, and they knew it, they could see it.

Just like when children miss home, they always say that I miss my mother and I want to go home. They feel the same way.

He found a twig and scribbled about in the clearing, and he drew an egg, and another egg, and two eggs, and if he hadn't been in grief they would have thought he was thinking wrong, and it seemed they were the ones who were wrong.

"I can also draw birds. Since I was in primary school, I have found that I am very talented in art, especially the paintings of birds, which are lifelike. Even the teacher is obsessed with them. If someone reminds him to wake up, I am afraid he will die. Drunk to death among my birds."

He started to draw, and in order to create a sense of mystery, he deliberately turned the screen to the other side, "I'm drawing the head. After the head is drawn, I'm drawing its body and wings..."

"Finally finished." After 10 minutes, he pointed the camera at the bird on the ground.

All the water friends in the live broadcast room were silent again, hehe, we finally know why your teacher is silent, is that the fucking bird you drew?That's obviously a turtle, right?I guess your teacher was thinking about how to kill you at that time?If there is no one around to wake him up, you will really be beaten to death.

He also asked shamelessly, "Don't you like it?"

I like your sister!

"Hehe, I like it."

"Oh, it's so beautiful."

"Wow, what a big "bird"! I admire it so much."

"It's great, Brother De painted it so well, vomit, I can't do it anymore, I feel like vomiting when I say this."

He dared to accept all the compliments, "Thank you for your compliments. I knew my painting was good. Now I'm going to start writing. What do you think I should write? How about writing the word "death"?" In such an environment, the word "death" is most appropriate."

He really started writing, stroke by stroke, and soon the word "dead" was written. They felt that what they were watching was not a wilderness live broadcast (why again), but a thriller live broadcast. They just felt that this live broadcast room was a bit cold. , the wind gusts.

"How about another happy word?" He is very serious, like a child writing seriously, putting aside all troubles, writing with concentration, every stroke is very careful, and he enjoys the process very much.

After finishing writing, he smiled again, "The mood suddenly improved a lot, is it the same for you? Whenever I am in a bad mood, I will write or play a hard game of basketball, and I will go back when I am tired. Take a bath and go to sleep, and you will wake up full of energy the next day, you can try it too, this is a good way to reduce stress.”

Scared them to death, it turned out to be decompression!I really thought you were crazy!
"I want to write a few more words, you don't mind?"

Why would you mind?I can write here until next year.

He squatted down and wrote every word, and wrote one sentence: "Death is not terrible, the terrible thing is not to dare to die."

They thought this sentence was a bit sad, but he still looked at the barrage seriously, his focus was completely different from theirs, and asked, "Are my handwriting beautiful?"

Some viewers fell silent after seeing this sentence.

Some funny viewers laughed when they saw this sentence, Brother De, what are you doing?Are you talking about us or are you talking about us?

"Okay, let me leave all the negative emotions." He patted himself on the body and danced again, "All the negative emotions have already left, so don't be sad, everyone, and I won't be sad either. I promise, this is the last time I am sad, and I will never infect you with negative emotions in the future. I will go in and walk around, and then come back and have a good sleep."

Walking further inside, seeing the green leaves all around, I was in a good mood, humming a little song, and walking leisurely, the audience friends envied him, unlike the hard-working ones who had to go to work, for a while, they cried , with food and drink, are you still not satisfied with this kind of life?Brother De, you are so picky.

After walking for a while, I rested when I was tired, yawned and wanted to sleep, and when I was about to go back, I suddenly saw a super black wild boar crashing into a tree inside.

He pretended to be shocked, full of showmanship, flustered, and said, "Oh my god! Oh my god, what... what is that? Can you tell me? My eyes seem to be blind."

"It's a wild boar, is Brother Smelly happy?"

"roll."

"Run, brother De, the wild boar is coming, no, run the wild boar, brother De is coming."

"Are there so many wild boars there? I'm curious."

"I'm curious too, is it fake?"

"No, that's not a wild boar," he said, shaking his head.

What is not a wild boar?
"That's a fat pig." With a sense of confidence that he was in his pocket, he took out the black gold knife and walked over, "I'm a little full now, but I'm willing to run for it. Go, brother us."

Go to your sister, get out of here, we don't want to see bloody scenes.

Of course he didn't rush, and he didn't have to do what he said. He quietly hid behind the tree and watched the wild boar crash into the big tree. The big tree must be very painful!Being hit by a wild boar like this is either dead or injured.

Now the wild boar is also going crazy, so it's hard to do it.

After 10 minutes, he felt that he should be able to make a move. If he didn't make a move, it would be too late. The wild boar wanted to leave!

He rushed up, and the half-meter-high wild boar was very angry when it saw something running towards it, so it rushed over without hesitation and wanted to bump into him and kill him.

A human-pig war is taking place again.

Rhodes wanted to cut off its head with a black gold knife, but the wild boar seemed to be smarter. It swung its head left and right and gave him no chance to stab it. The wild boar came up again, inserted the black gold knife, and decided to fight back with both hands. Top it.

This move was guessed by the audience friends, everyone shouted that he was a lunatic, but how did they know that he dealt with it relatively easily, since he couldn't kill a mere wild boar, how would he fight dinosaurs in the future?That thing is much more ferocious than this thing.

The wild boar pushed forward, and he grabbed its ears with both hands. The wild boar screamed in pain and was extremely ferocious. He also gritted his teeth to deal with it. The stench from the pig's mouth hit his face. Mom is disgusting.

But for the food, even if he got hurt a little, he had to fight with it. He grabbed the wild boar's ear and pulled it forward. It's so dangerous, why doesn't Brother De dodge?

He smiled, "It's too early for this bastard to hurt me!"

As soon as he put the pig's ear with his left hand, he held on tightly with his right hand, and it bit his right hand angrily. He let go of his right hand again, and grabbed the pig's ear with his left hand.

Audience friends did not dare to watch the dangerous process. They covered their eyes with their hands and closed them. They thought it was very enjoyable and interesting. They slowly revealed a little light and peeked at it. When they saw that it was still repeating, they dared not watch it again. I covered it for a while and wanted to see it again, and then sneaked another look. If someone was next to me, they would think they were playing some childish game and laughed.

"Go forward for me." Pulling the wild boar forward, the wild boar yelled that he would rather die than die, why did it have such a master?His eyes showed innocently, feeling aggrieved.

He didn't feel sorry for it at all, and was still desperately grabbing it, pulling it away bit by bit. Who would have thought that the violent wild boar was helpless in front of this man, and could only sit and wait to die.

After pulling it for a while, it screamed wildly, jumped left and right, trying to escape.He couldn't see well, so he jumped up and sat on the wild boar's back, the hard pig hair pricked his buttocks, and felt very painful and dirty.

It goes on a rampage in a rage. Is this what is called traveling on a pig?Audience friends were feasting their eyes, happy and scared.

It was time for the black gold knife to play its role. He pulled out the black gold knife from his waist and plunged it in.Immediately it became more painful, became more ferocious, ran faster, and screamed wildly.

Not giving it a chance to escape, the black gold knife slammed down to the left, blood spurted out and splashed all over his face.

The hot blood stuck to his face was not very good, but after wiping off the pig blood on his face, he felt much more comfortable. The pig blood on his hands didn't feel scary at all, but a little excited.

Using the black gold knife flexibly, he pulled it down to the right. The pig's head was about to fall off. It seemed that he didn't have much strength. The whole pig knelt on the ground, and blood gurgled out.

He flew out and lay on the ground, his palms hurt a little, his knees were also bruised and bleeding, looking at the wild boar, he felt more balanced, but his efforts were not in vain.

Immediately, a human-pig battle ended with him pulling it out of the forest.

They were dumbfounded, and felt horrible and cruel, and they felt uncomfortable.

He also pulled out the pig's head, and the pig's ears were delicious.

Pulling the heavy one, he said with a smile, "Today's harvest is good. If there are wild boars, there will be wild boars. It seems that I will live here for a few days."

Audience friends think he is too greedy, is this not bad?How do you tell them to live?Then despised him again.

"Brother De, look at my expression/roll your eyes."

"Come on, you also look at my expression/roll your eyes/roll your eyes."

"Damn, there's pork to eat again? We can't buy pork recently, there are no pigs. Poor me, I really want to eat sweet and sour pork ribs, braised pig ears and pork legs, woo woo woo... I also want to eat pigs with large intestines and small intestines." Liver... ah ah... I want to eat anything."

"What the upstairs said was too true, the content caused discomfort and wanted to hit someone."

"Don't worry, we don't sell pork here. In a month or two, pork will be extremely expensive and you won't want to buy it."

After a long time, he finally pulled it out. He was a little tired, but his face was full of happiness.

"You can eat."

Friends in the audience stretched their necks and asked, "Where are they sold?"

He smiled and said, "You can watch me eat!"

It is conceivable what kind of situation will be in the live broadcast room, the whole live broadcast room is full of saliva, and all kinds of crosses come out.

(End of this chapter)